(feat. Lil Wayne)
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[Chorus]
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We gettin money man I'll show you how to turn profit
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In the hood they call me Joey the profit
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First you cop it
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Then you cook it
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Then you chop it
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What the Fuck boy
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Bitch ass niggaz
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They can't stop us
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We turn a Profit
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P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit
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We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit
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Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit
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If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit
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[1st Verse]
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I'm New York's living legend
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The streets know me well
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Stand in the line of fire
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It's going to be hell
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You dancin wit the devil
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Tonight's your last night
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Picture me Lil's Eazy E
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Pistol Fahrenheit
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LA County got work in Slawson
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We get it poppin
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Back to Roxbury in Boston
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The streets love me
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See they named me coca
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The Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra
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You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
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Something like the chef, yeah I get my Raekwon on
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Joey the Mayor
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I get Keys to the city
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And I got 'em cheap the whole hood could come with me
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Nigga
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[Chorus]
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[2nd Verse: Lil Wayne]
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I'm getting money
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I'm the president Junior
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And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
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And everybody that's around me ull shoot ya
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And nigga my band let 'em blow like twofers yeah
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Clap
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I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
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Cook I got em, I GGG got 'em I got em, yep
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And in the hood they call me Weezy the future
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If listen close my nigga you might see the future
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Young Wayne in the building
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Where your stove at
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Cook 'em up Strap 'em down
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Where the road at
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I'm strapped up plenty bullets
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Nigga hold that
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Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
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I knock your earth off
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Damn where ya globe at
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Fuck the coach I keep shooting like Kobe
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The money knows me better then anybody
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Bitch I'm paid forget about it
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I'm sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted
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The nipples chrome
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Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
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Dippin' on them bitches
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Get off dick
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You soft pricks
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I'm from New Orleans
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Homeless but don't forget
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The sun even shines on dark shit
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And dawg I've been hustlin since the day I was barkin
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I walk in this bitch like what it do
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The money home
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Stop hatin'
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Get your money on
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Nigga
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[Chorus - 2X]
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[3rd Verse]
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This year all star weekend was off the chain
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Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains
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Put the Desi to his chest
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Homey going die tonight
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Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite
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Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler
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My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets
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Oh yeah you ready for war then what's stopping you
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I hope you know them Bentley doors not chopper proof
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And they go Br R-RR Ta Tat
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Just like them bullets dancin'
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Come up short wit my doe I'm bout to pull a Manson
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Take your kids for ransom
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Yeah it's Payback Nigga
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Next time I front you some birds you better pay Crack
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What shit - I don't know nothing
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He might be the police coming up with assumptions
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All I know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
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If you don't bring me some keys or bring me fifty large
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[Chorus]
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The Profit
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| Fat Joe |
